Not In There We Can'T Poem by James McLain

In front of your friend in class.
Are they really to be entertained.
At my expense when in the hall,
from behing you come up and give me that squeeze.

Your parents I met very proper and like me
they don't unseemingly.
Wealthy and rich they are.

You sit in front of me in class.
Whispers I hear back and forth the teacher she does.
My eyes you watch from the back of your head.

Normal like that If I am to be.
Your true friend but the other skanks.
Some smell wicked bad when the moon is full.
They say things to me when your not around.
I am faithfull yet painfully pressed I am.

Maybe for a while I should stay away.
At least until the roses all bloom.
Your panties make me crazy.
Why can't you wear boxers like me?